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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.