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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Names 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.