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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.