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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Remains 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 crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.