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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.