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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.