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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Television,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.