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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.