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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.