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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.