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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
MC5,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.