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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.