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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.