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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.