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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.