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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.