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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.