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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.