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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
UT,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.