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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.