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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
John Cale,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.