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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.