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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.