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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Zapp,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.