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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.