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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.