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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.