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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
X-101,
Index,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.