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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.