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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Can,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.