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 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Swans,
EPMD,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.