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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.