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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.