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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Brick to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.