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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.