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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.