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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.