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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Television,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.