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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.