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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Index,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.