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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.