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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.