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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.