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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.