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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.