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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Associates,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.