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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.