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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.