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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.