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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.