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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.