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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.