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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.