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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.