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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.