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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.