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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Mars,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.