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 China and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.