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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Nico,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.