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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.