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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.