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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.