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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.