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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.