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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
ABC,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.