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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.