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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.