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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
the Normal,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.