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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.