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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.