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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Magma,
Can,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.