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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Index,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.