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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Teasers 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.