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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.