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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.