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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.