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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.