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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.