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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Germs,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.