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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.