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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.