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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.