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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.