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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.