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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.