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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.