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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.