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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.