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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.