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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.