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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.