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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.