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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.