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 Mozambique 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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.