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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.