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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.