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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.