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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.