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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.