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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Wake,
ABC,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.