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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Fear,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.