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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.