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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.