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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.