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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.