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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.