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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.