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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.