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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.