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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.