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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.