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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.