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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.