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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.