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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.