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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.