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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.