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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Television,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.