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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.