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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.