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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.