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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.