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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.