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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.