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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.