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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.