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 Senegal and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.