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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Index,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.