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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Cymande,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.