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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.