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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.