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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.