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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.