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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.