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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.