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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.