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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.