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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.