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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.