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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Yaz,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.