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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.