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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.