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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.