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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.