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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.