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 Syria 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.