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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
ABC,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.