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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.