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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.