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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.