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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.