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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.