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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.