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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.