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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.