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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.