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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.