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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.