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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.