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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.