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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
ABC,
Organ,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.