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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.