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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.