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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.