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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.