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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.