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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.