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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.