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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.