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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.