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 South Sudan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.