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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.