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 North and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.