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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.