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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.