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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.