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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
The Saints,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.