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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.