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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.