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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.