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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.