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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Deakin 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.