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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.