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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Index,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.