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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Neu!,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.