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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.