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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.