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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.