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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.