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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.