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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.