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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.