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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.