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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.