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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.