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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.