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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Surgeon,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.