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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.