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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mummies to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.