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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Pole,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.