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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.