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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.