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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.