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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.