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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.