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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.