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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.