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 China 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
X-101,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.