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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.