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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.