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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.