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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.