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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.