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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
DJ Style,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.