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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.