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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.