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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.