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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.