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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.