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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.