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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.