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 and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.