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 Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.