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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.