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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.