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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.