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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.