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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.