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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pole,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.