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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.