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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.