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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
The Names,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.