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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.