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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic 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.