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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.