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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.