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 Israel and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.