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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.