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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Chris & Cosey 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Pole,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.