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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.