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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Searchers,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.