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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.