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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.