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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.