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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.