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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.