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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.