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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.