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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.