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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.