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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.