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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.