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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.