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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.