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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.