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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.