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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sugar Minott 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
The Remains,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.