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 Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.