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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 808 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.