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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.