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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Gong,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.