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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.