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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.