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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.