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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.