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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.