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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Scion,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.