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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.