Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.