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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.