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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.