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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.