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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.