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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.