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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.