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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.