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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Franke to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.