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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.