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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.