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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
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.