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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.