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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.