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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.