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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.