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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.