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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.