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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.