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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
JFA,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.