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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.