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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.