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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.