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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.