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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.