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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.