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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.