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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.