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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.