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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.