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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.