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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.