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 Hungary and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABC to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.