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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Unwound,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.