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 States and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
ABC,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.