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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Can,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.