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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.