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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.