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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.