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 Niger 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.