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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Monolake,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.