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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.