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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
UT,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.