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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.