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 Japan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
AZ,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.