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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.