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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.