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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.