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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.