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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Television,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.