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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.