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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.