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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.