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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Move,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.