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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.