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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.