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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.