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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.