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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.