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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.