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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.