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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.