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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.