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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ituana to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.