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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 American Breed,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.