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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.