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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.