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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.