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 Congo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.