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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.