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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.