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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.