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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.