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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Magma,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Index,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.