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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.