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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.