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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.