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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.