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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.