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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.