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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.