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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.