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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.