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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Wire,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.