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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.