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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Moebius,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.