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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Mars,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.