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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
UT,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.