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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.