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 Belize and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.