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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.