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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.