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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.