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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.