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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.