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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.