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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.