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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.