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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.