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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.