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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.