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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.