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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.