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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.