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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.