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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.