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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.