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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.