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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.