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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.