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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.