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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.