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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.