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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.