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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.