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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.