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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.