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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.