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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.