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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.