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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.