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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.