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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.