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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Standells,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.