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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.