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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.