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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.