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 Botswana and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.