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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.