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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.