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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Franke to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mars 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.