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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
the Association,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.