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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.