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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.