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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.