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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.