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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.