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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.