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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.