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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.