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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.