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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.