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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Yaz,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.