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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Names,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.