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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.