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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.