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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.