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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.