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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Zapp,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.