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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.