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 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Mars to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.