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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.