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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.