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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.