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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.