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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.