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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.