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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.