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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Brick,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.