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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Ludus,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.