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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Mars,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.