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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.