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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.