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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Organ,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.