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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.