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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.