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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Wings,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.