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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.