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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.