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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.