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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.