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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.