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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Fall to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.