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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.