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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Magma,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.