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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.