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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.