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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.