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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.