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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.