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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.