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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.