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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.