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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.