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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Monks,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.