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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Index,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.