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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.