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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.