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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.