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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.