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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.