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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.