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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Lalann,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.