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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.