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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.