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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.