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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.