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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.