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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.