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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.