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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.