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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.