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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.