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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.