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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.