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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
June Days,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.