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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.