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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.