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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.