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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.