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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Can,
UT,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.