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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.