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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.