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 Belgium and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.