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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.