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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.