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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.