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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.