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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.