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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.