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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.