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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.