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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Names to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.