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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.