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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.