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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Television,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.