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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.