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 Angola 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Ituana,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.