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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.