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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
MC5,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.