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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Fear,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.