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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Echospace,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
UT,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.