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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.