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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Rakim,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.