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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.