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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Ten City,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.