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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Mars,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.