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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Wire,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.