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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
JFA,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.