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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.