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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.