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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.