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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Skaos,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.