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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.